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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 48: Shape of Shadow

Chapter 48: Shape of Shadow

Perda​​​ returned to the​‌ dark room.

Not‌ to sleep, but‍⁠ to continue the​⁠​ training technique.

The⁠‍⁠ mana technique called​ Shape of Shadow.​​⁠

If​ mages classified it‌ by levels, it‍ would be a high-difficulty technique.

But‌​ Perda had already⁠ walked paths far‌ harsher and more​ demanding.

For⁠​ him, this posed​​ no problem.

The‍⁠‍ only thing necessary‌ was the movement‌‍‍ of the circle.⁠​

And‌ finally, that circle‌‌⁠ began to move.​‌⁠

‘The⁠⁠ amount is ridiculously⁠ insufficient.’

Perda⁠ also knew how‌‌​ to force it.‌

If​‌ he had done⁠​ so, he would⁠⁠‍ have reached the‌‍⁠ 5th circle at‌​ that very moment.​

But‌‍ he didn’t.

He​‌ knew how dangerous⁠ it was to‍‍​ be consumed by‌‍‍ emotions.

That‍⁠⁠ was why he​‌​ restrained that feeling‍​ while searching for​‍ an answer.

And‌‍‍ finally, he found‌​​ it.

Perda⁠ closed his eyes.‍​​

He​ expanded the flow​ of mana and​⁠ concentrated it throughout‌ his entire body.⁠‌​

Then,‍ he slowly tilted‌‍⁠ it and poured​⁠⁠ it all out.‍⁠⁠

His​‍⁠ inner world was‍‍ crushed against the⁠‌ ground.

His​⁠‍ mind was projected⁠‌ into the world⁠⁠ of shadows.

The​​ trembling shadow beneath​ the candlelight, moving⁠‍ with his breathing.​⁠‌

That​ shadow began to​‍‍ move on its‌​‍ own and slowly⁠ slid toward his‌‌ body.

The‌​ rising shadow met​‌ the red circle​‌​ in his dantian.‍​

‘Valdrova.’⁠‍‍

Perda’s⁠ mind began to‌​‍ imagine her figure‍‌ on its own.‍

Inside‌‍‌ his head lived‌ a mad painter.‍‌​

He​‍ drew the same‍⁠​ image over and‍‍ over again, but‍⁠‌ never satisfied, he​‌ also destroyed it.⁠‌

Thousands⁠ of times he‍‍ drew, thousands of​ times he broke‌‍⁠ it.

That‌‍‌ emptiness was not​ simple thirst.

‘It​‍‍ was something I had wanted to‌‍ understand ever since​⁠ I reached the‍‌ 3rd circle.’

A doubt that had⁠ disappeared when he‍​ stopped Valdrova’s rampage.​

But⁠⁠⁠ in the end,‌​ Perda understood it.​‍

In‍ the image of​⁠​ Valdrova he was⁠‍ drawing, there was‌⁠ an emptiness.

In​‍⁠ that emptiness were‍‌ two syllables.

‘Tomorrow.’‍‍

At‌‍ that instant, the⁠‍​ mad painter inside⁠ him began to​ move.

Unlike​⁠‌ when he was‍‍ dominated by anger,​​ this time there‌⁠ was fervor.

On‍‌ a wider canvas,⁠​ he began to‌⁠ draw Valdrova without⁠​‍ restraint.

‘Her⁠​​ tomorrow.’

Not⁠​ just any tomorrow.⁠

‘A‌⁠​ tomorrow in which‌ I am there.’‌

He⁠‍​ placed himself within​⁠ that empty space.‍⁠

The⁠​‍ image turned into​ a phrase.

‘I⁠ want to share‌‌ tomorrow with her.’‍​

At​ the moment the​​​ sentence was completed,⁠⁠⁠ something astonishing happened.‌​

The‍‍​ superficial images came⁠ to life.

Perda‌⁠ recognized it.

‘Innocence.’‍​

A dream of a weak child from⁠‌ a distant past.‌‍

The‍​ vague figure of‍​ his companion was‍ replaced by a beautiful woman with​‍​ red hair and​‌‍ four horns.

It‍⁠ was a dream⁠ and at the⁠​ same time, an⁠ ecstasy.

Ecstasy‌​ is the peak‍ point of emotion.​

It​​ moves.

That‍ growing feeling violently‍​ shook the circle.‌‍

If​‍ he left it​‌ like that, Perda‍⁠ would be destroyed.​⁠​

That‍ was why he‌⁠⁠ focused.

That​​⁠ future together must​ not be an‌‍‍ illusion, but reality.‌

Perda​​ brought the sensation‍​ of the shape‌ of the shadow‍⁠ toward the circle.​‌

At⁠ that moment, dozens‌ of hands emerged,⁠ gathering the turbulent‍‌ mana and shaping⁠⁠ it.

‘It’s‌ easy.’

It‍​⁠ was incomparable to⁠⁠‍ shaping it with⁠‌​ a single hand.⁠‍

Even‌ forming circles 1 and 2 had​ been more difficult.⁠⁠

‘Too‌⁠ easy.’

By⁠‌‌ surrounding it from​​‌ all sides, there​ was no escape.‌​‌

The⁠ rotation continued, the‍‌ form was molded.‍

And​ so, it was‍‌ coated with a new layer.

Perda​‍ reached the 4th⁠⁠​ circle.

He⁠ opened his eyes.‍⁠

The‍⁠‍ shadow twisted and‌⁠ soon took the​​⁠ shape of a hand.

It⁠ was the 3rd-level⁠⁠ spell, Shadow Hand.​⁠

It​⁠​ was not on⁠‍ another level.

It⁠‍‍ was not an‍⁠ artificial creation made‌⁠ with magic.

It‌‍​ was another limb⁠‌‍ hidden within Perda’s⁠⁠ body.

He‌​ adapted immediately.

‘The​ shadow is me.’​⁠‍

The‍​‌ hand split into⁠ more hands.

Those‌ hands split into​⁠‍ more.

And‌​​ so, they multiplied⁠‍⁠ endlessly.

The‍‍⁠ small room filled‍⁠‌ with black hands.‌⁠

‘And‌‌ I am the‌​​ shadow.’

The‌ candle could not‍‍ withstand the dense‌ darkness and went⁠ out.

***‌

Guild.​‍

A guild is an‌‌​ organization that certifies‍​⁠ the identity of⁠‌‌ its members and‌⁠ grants them benefits.⁠⁠

In⁠‌⁠ return, it demands‍⁠‍ responsibility for their​ actions, regulates them‌‌ through rules, and‌‌​ requires unity for​ the common good.​⁠‌

Protecting‍ their interests through‍‍ association is its⁠ essence.

But‍‍‌ the Human Magic​​‍ Society of Serdes‌ was different.

More⁠ than certifying, it‌ monitored.

More‍ than benefiting, it‍⁠ controlled.

That​‌⁠ was the world‌ in which the​ mages of the‌ Serdes continent lived.⁠⁠‍

Its​‍ founder was Erdes​ Roton.

In​ the dragon-demon war,​​‍ she was one​​‍ of the twelve‌ heroes of the⁠‌ expedition who joined​ together to defeat‍‌‍ the Demon King,⁠​ and she is⁠⁠‍ also the founder​ of the Human⁠⁠‌ Magic Society.

Even​ 150 years later,‍⁠⁠ she is still‌ alive and active.​

The​⁠ mage who has⁠‍ not let go⁠​ of the title⁠​ of the strongest‌⁠‍ of humanity up‌ to the current‌ generation.

The‌⁠ embodiment of knowledge.‌‍

A living witness.

She​‌ possessed experience impossible‌⁠‌ to ignore, and​⁠ yet she appeared​‌‌ younger than women‍ in their prime.⁠‍

“You‌​​ have to attend⁠‍‌ to your administrative‍​ duties.”

“I⁠ don’t want to!!”⁠

She⁠ complained like a child.

“I​​​ don’t want to‍ work! Leave me⁠ alone!”

“You’ve⁠‍ been piling up⁠ work for days.‌‍ Look at this.‍ There are so‌ many documents you​‌ can’t even see‍ your face anymore,‍‌‍ boss.”

“I‍⁠ put them there⁠​⁠ so I wouldn’t‌ see your face.‌​ Let Blue do‌‍⁠ it.”

“How​⁠ am I supposed‌​ to do it?​ And my name​‌‍ is Lu.”

“It’s‍​⁠ fine to fall‌ behind a little.​​ If it bothers‌‍⁠ you that much,​⁠ tell him to‌ come and say⁠ it to my‍ face.”

“But​⁠‌ you don’t even⁠ open the door.”​⁠‌

“Don’t‌​ I open it‌‌‌ properly when I’m⁠‍​ challenged to a duel?”

“Who​‌ in their right‍⁠ mind would fight‍‍⁠ the boss?”

She‌‌‍ was a heroine⁠‍ of the dragon-demon​ war and the‌ strongest mage of⁠​​ humanity.

In​‍ a world where​‍ the difference in⁠​​ circles reduces the‌‍ chances of victory‍ to nearly zero,‌‍ there was no‍ one who could‌⁠ defeat her in​⁠‍ theory.

“That’s‍‍‍ the problem. They⁠ all say they’re⁠⁠ risking their lives,‍‌‍ but when I say do you‌‌‌ want to die?⁠‌​ they answer I want to live!‌⁠⁠ and run away.​​​ They’ve got no‍ guts, no guts.”‍

“But​‍ you crippled someone‍‌‍ who actually risked​‌ his life.”

“Well,‌‌⁠ sometimes you overdo‍‍ it with the⁠ force. But we⁠​​ reached a friendly‌ agreement with the‌‍‍ affected person, right?”‌‍‍

She‍‍ said it as​ if it were‌⁠ nothing.

All​⁠‌ the assistant could‍⁠ do was sigh⁠⁠⁠ and hand her‌⁠ more documents.

“Here⁠​⁠ is the list​ of attendees for⁠⁠ the Grand Council.‌ Review it.”

Even⁠ if you don’t,‍‍​ it doesn’t matter.⁠

Lu‌​ muttered to himself.‌

With​ a slight movement⁠​‌ of her finger,‍ the list flew⁠ into Erdes’s hand.‍

“There‍ are many old⁠‌‌ men I know.‌ At that age‍ they should leave​​‍ it to their‍‌⁠ children. How long‌‍‍ do they plan‍‍​ to continue?”

“That’s‌ what I say.”‌

The‌ assistant’s eyes fell⁠⁠ on Erdes.

“Remove‌ that look before​ I gouge your‍ eyes out. Understood?”‌‍

While​‍‍ reviewing the list,‍‌⁠ her gaze stopped⁠ at one point.‍⁠

“Is​ there a problem?”‍

“I⁠ thought I had‌‌⁠ seen wrong.”

She‍ repeated that name‌​‍ several times.

“But⁠​‍ no, I didn’t‌ make a mistake.⁠​​ Blue, don’t you‌‍‌ know how to⁠ do your job‍ properly?”

“Huh?”‍​

The‍ assistant was bewildered‍‍ by the sudden⁠‍‌ insult.

She‍⁠ pointed at a name.

“Here​​⁠ it says this‍ guy’s surname is⁠ Valdrova.”

“Ah,​⁠‍ that’s correct. It’s‌​⁠ the name of⁠​ the red dragon‌⁠‌ Valdrova. It’s not‍ an error on⁠​⁠ my part or‍⁠​ the organizer’s.”

“Do‌ you swear to⁠​‍ me it’s not‌‍‍ a lie?”

“Yes.​‍ There are records.”‌‌⁠

Erdes⁠⁠‍ shrugged, brushing it‌‍‍ off.

“How​⁠‍ strange, that dangerous​‌ dragon… So, is⁠ he one of‌‍ her spawn?”

“Eh…‍⁠ didn’t you know?”​‌⁠

Erdes‍⁠​ smiled slightly.

But‍​ her face darkened.⁠

“What‍‌‌ is it that‌ I don’t know?​​ That I’m an⁠⁠⁠ ignorant idiot of‌ the world? Or‍ that today you‍⁠ might lose your‍ head?”

“N-no!‍‍​ I didn’t mean⁠ to disrespect you‍‍‍ or mock you,‍​​ this is simply—”‍‌‍

“Get‌ to the point.”‌‌

“Well…⁠​‍ this time it’s⁠ about the fiancé‍⁠ of the red​‍‌ dragon Valdrova.”

“Fiancé?”‍​‌

No⁠⁠​ matter how carefree​⁠ she was, she⁠​ understood what that​⁠​ meant.

“Seriously?”‍

“Huh?”⁠⁠

“I’m‍ asking if it’s​‍ real.”

“Uh…⁠⁠⁠ yes, it’s real.”​⁠​

“How‌ curious. No one‌⁠ voluntarily goes to⁠‍ be executed… Bring‌‌ me the file‌ of that Perda.”‌‍⁠

“Yes,‌‌ one moment!”

The‍‍‌ assistant placed both​ hands on his‌⁠ temples and cast‌‌​ a spell.

“Search,⁠ Perda Valdrova.”

At‍⁠‌ that instant, piles‍ of papers slid​ through the gap⁠‌‌ under the door‌ and stacked up‌​‌ in front of​ him.

After‌ completing the spell,‌​‍ he handed them‍‍⁠ to Erdes.

“H-here‌⁠‌ they are.”

Her​⁠ eyes quickly scanned​ the documents.

“Let’s‍⁠‌ see… third son​‌ of the Rosnova‍‍ family… hm…”

Her‍ gaze became calmer.‌⁠​

As​‍⁠ she progressed, her‌⁠​ expression turned serious.‌

“Blue.”​‍‍

“Yes.”⁠

“When​‌ is the Grand​​‌ Council?”

Lu’s‍⁠ eyes widened.

“In‍⁠​ five days. Are​‍‍ you going to‍​ attend?”

“I‌​ was going to‌⁠‍ skip it, it‌​​ seemed boring… but‍‍ it might not⁠‍​ be a bad‍‍‍ idea to go.”⁠⁠

Erdes‌ stared fixedly at‍​ Perda’s portrait.

“Besides,⁠ you don’t see⁠ a face that​‍ stupidly attractive every‍⁠ day.”

“What​⁠‍ matters is his‍‌​ presence, don’t you⁠‌​ think? It might‍‌⁠ be late, but‌⁠ we should prepare‌ the carriage—”

“That⁠‍⁠ won’t be necessary.”‍

Erdes​‍ rotated her finger​ in the air.‍

A circular portal appeared​‌​ following the motion.‍‍

“If‍‍​ there’s an easy⁠‌ way, why complicate‌‍ things?”

5th-level‍​‍ Teleport Door.

A complex spell that‌ she executed without⁠​ chants or a magic circle.

A spectacle that a mage might never‌ witness in their‌‌ lifetime.

But⁠ for Lu, more⁠ than impressive, it‌ was unsettling.

“Lu,‌⁠ I’m going to⁠‌​ take care of⁠ some matters.”

“Huh?”​

“Handle‌‍ everything properly while‍​​ I’m gone. And‍ don’t forget to​ feed the cats!”‍‍​

“Boss,​ wait!”

“I’ll⁠ be back!”

She​​ waved her hand‌‌‍ casually and jumped⁠⁠‌ into the portal.‌

“If‌‌ you were going⁠‌‌ to use a portal, you could‍ have finished the⁠ piled-up work before‍‍ leavinggggg!”

Lu’s‍⁠‌ shout lingered in‌ the air as‍​ the portal closed.‍​

***‌‍

10​‍⁠ days before the⁠​‍ Grand Council, Perda‌‌ finished preparing to‍ depart for the‍‍ central region of⁠‍⁠ the continent.

To‌‍​ reach the territory‌‌ of Blancaros, he‌ had to leave⁠‌⁠ at that moment.⁠

‘Customs⁠‍ are useless.’

The‍‌‌ higher the status,‌​ the more things‍​‍ one must possess.‍

Among‍ them is time,‌⁠​ and taking things‌ slowly is considered‌‍ a noble virtue.⁠

For‌ Perda, who had⁠ lived the future,​​​ that was ridiculous.‌‍

When‌⁠‍ magic vehicles began​⁠​ to become widespread,‍‍‍ that relaxed culture​‌​ disappeared.

Rather,‌⁠ nobles began to​‌ seek faster means⁠‌ of transportation.

“Regent,​​‍ may I come​‌⁠ in?”

It​​ wasn’t Ruri, but​ Zed.

He​ wore the red​⁠​ uniform typical of‌‌⁠ the vassals of‍⁠‍ the territory of​⁠‍ the Grand Duchess⁠ Valdrova.

“The‌‌​ knight Arwen and‌ his soldiers sent‌ by Count Consilus‍ have just arrived.”​‌

“I⁠ see.”

“Our‍⁠ carriage is also‍ ready, we’re just‌​ waiting for you​⁠ to board… hm?”‍

Zed‌‌ looked over Perda’s‌⁠ body, puzzled.

“Is‌​ there a problem?”‌‌​

“Not‌​ exactly, I was‌‌‌ just wondering if‌⁠ you’re going dressed⁠​‌ like that…”

Perda’s‍‍ clothing was extremely‌ simple.

Nobles‍‍⁠ always tried to‍‌ stand out.

They⁠ used threads of‍ jewels and gold‌ to shine.

Gold‍‌‌ thread was almost⁠⁠ mandatory.

When​‌ he went to​‍ the imperial palace,​​ Perda wore red‍‌ with golden embroidery.⁠​

But⁠‍ now he wore‍‌⁠ black with red,‌‌ without excessive shine.‌​⁠

Compared​ to other nobles,​​ he was too‌‍‍ understated.

“I⁠⁠‍ don’t like gold.”⁠​⁠

“Who‍⁠ in the world​ hates gold?”

Zed⁠ reacted incredulously. Then‍ he evaluated his⁠⁠‍ outfit.

“Without⁠ it, you’ll look‍ just like me.”‌⁠

“Perfect.‌ That lowers the⁠⁠ chances of some​ ignorant assassin targeting​‌ me.”

“With⁠⁠⁠ that face, I doubt they’d mistake⁠​ me for you.”⁠​

Zed‍⁠‌ smiled narcissistically.

Perda‌‌ ignored him and​ took something from​‍‍ the table.

“Here.”‌⁠‌

Just‍ as Zed was​‍ about to approach,⁠​ something surprising happened.‍‍

Sss—‌‍‍

A shadow came out⁠⁠ of Perda’s hand,⁠​ took the object,‌ and brought it​ to him.

Zed‍‍ was surprised, but⁠⁠‍ tried not to​​ show it.

“What‌ is this?”

“What‌‌‍ was promised.”

Zed⁠‌⁠ checked the contents.‍‌

“Perda‍‌ Valdrova, consort of‌⁠ the Grand Duchess⁠ Valdrova and regent,⁠ in the name‌​​ of the great⁠ fire dragon Valdrova,⁠⁠‌ grants Zed Swallow​⁠‍ the title of⁠​ sword of the​​‌ kingdom and shield‌⁠‍ of the people…”‍‌⁠

He‍​ didn’t need to‍‌‍ read the whole​ thing.

“A​​​ knighthood appointment?”

Zed‍⁠​ raised his head,⁠ surprised.

“…Is‌‍⁠ this real?”

“Do‍ you think it’s‌ fake? Wasn’t that‌⁠‍ what we agreed‍‌ on?”

“Yes,‌ but I didn’t⁠​‌ expect it to‍‍ be so soon…”⁠‌

Becoming​ a knight was​‍ the first step‍ toward nobility.

It‍‌ usually required lineage​‍‍ or great achievements.⁠‍⁠

“Can⁠⁠ I really accept‍ this now?”

“There’s‌‍⁠ no problem. Your​⁠‌ abilities were proven‌‌‍ in the imperial‌​⁠ warehouse.”

“That’s​⁠ not what I mean…”

Zed‌‌⁠ waved his hands.‌‌

“Shouldn’t⁠ there be a big ceremony? Women,‌‌​ music, alcohol…”

Perda⁠‌ stared at him.‍⁠

He‍ considered taking it‌⁠ back.

“Focus‍ on your mission,​⁠ Knight Zed.”

“Tch…‍⁠‍ understood, regent.”

My‌⁠ party…

Muttering,​‌ he withdrew.

“I‌‍ should prepare as​ well.”

Normally⁠ Ruri would help​​‍ him, but it‌ was no longer​ necessary.

Sss—‌‌

From⁠‌ his sleeves and‍‍‌ chest, a black‌⁠ mist emerged.

It‍ transformed into eight⁠‌ hands that began‍ to assist him.‍⁠⁠

They​ buttoned his clothes,⁠‍ adjusted his outfit,‍‍ leaving it almost‌‌‍ perfect.

‘Reaching⁠​‌ the fourth circle‍ was definitely worth‌ it.’

Although⁠⁠ they were still‌‍ clumsy, those hands‌⁠​ were extensions of​ his body.

With​ practice, they could​‌ even cast magic.​

‘I⁠ still have talent.’⁠

The⁠‍ only thing missing‍ was experience.

“Shall​‌ we go?”

The‌⁠⁠ sound of his‍ footsteps echoed through​ the hallway.

When‍ he reached the‌‌‍ inner gate, many‍ soldiers had gathered.⁠‌⁠

“Formation!”​

Arwen‌​ Wolfheart’s voice echoed.⁠‍​

The​⁠⁠ soldiers knelt in⁠⁠⁠ unison.

“Arwen​‌ Wolfheart, commanding 30‌‌ men, reporting for‍‍‍ escort duty.”

“At‍ your orders!”

Perda‍​ observed them one​⁠ by one and‌ nodded.

“Good‌‍ work.”

“Yes!⁠‍ To positions!”

Arwen‌ mounted his horse.‌⁠

The​ soldiers formed the‍‍ escort.

At‍⁠‍ his side, Zed‌ also mounted.

He‍ had only been‌‌​ a knight for⁠ a day, but​​‌ he had presence.​

Perda‌‌ directed his gaze‌​‌ to the carriage.​

A red carriage awaited‌‌ him, along with​‌‍ Ruri.

With⁠‌​ her usual expression,⁠‍ she held the​‌‍ door.

“Get‌⁠ in.”

“Alright.”⁠​⁠

Just​ as he was​‍ about to board,‍⁠⁠ Perda felt a gaze.

He‌​⁠ turned slightly.

The⁠ castle balcony.

No‌‌ one was there.‍⁠

Of‍‍⁠ course.

What​ had he been​‌​ expecting?

“Perda?”​​‌

“Let’s‍ go.”

He‍ boarded the carriage.‍

The‍‍ ten-day journey passed⁠ in an instant.⁠

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